I was thirteen when I said I am leaving, and she said okay. I still remember the blue jean dress that zipped up the front, the standard pants underneath for warmth and the battered and worn runners I was wearing as I hopped on my mountain bike and peddled away --
Want to know more? The book is ready, but publishing is expensive. Anything will help me get closer to getting my baby out into the world. A story I think we all need to be a part of. Thanks for your support even if you just share my site.
